What do you want me to do, go in, bow my head, kiss her ring? Hey, you know something that just might work, you know, she thinks of herself as the Godfather, I'll just make her an offer that she can't remember.
Oh all right, but we're gonna get you a hobby. [Sticks her finger in the potato] There's something hard in here... it's a... it's a... it's a scalding hot ring! [sticks her hand in the water pitcher to cool it off] Oh, Stan, it's beautiful.
[to Blanche] Everybody who's come has been too young, too pretty, too thin, it's like you want to be surrounded by women who have absolutely no sex appeal.
[to Stanley] If you hurt her again I'll make you miserable for the rest of my life, and if I lay off meat and dairy that could be as much as five years!
[to Sophia] Let me tell you about a lesson I learned when I was a little girl in St. Olaf. If you hold a bird gently, the bird will stay, but if you squeeze the bird, his eyes will bug out. [Sophia stares at Rose blankly; Blanche, listening off to the side, looks pained] And Mr. Pet Shop Owner gets very huffy and he won't let you touch the birds anymore. And the mice, he won't even let you...
[hurrying over] ROOOOOOSE... what is eight times six? [Rose begins counting with her fingers.] Okay, now that we have a few minutes... I think Rose made two very good points. One, not all psychotics are dangerous; and two, honey, you have to let go. Dorothy's capable of making her own decisions. Does any of this make any sense to you, Sophia?